I ran across these haunting, frightening images at Colossal last week. They're the work of Isaac Cordal, who creates and poses tiny cement sculptures to reveal a dystopian vision of a sinking world. When he's done photographing them, Cordal leaves the figures in place:

Many of my sculptures I leave on the street, usually pasted on walls. They become part of the ornamentation of some cities. Their survival in the street depends on many factors. Their main predators are cleaning services, weekend thieves (they become an alcoholic's Olympics games), or curious people who think that street art is only for them. Street art is for everyone, not for one. It is here to stay in the streets.